‘Tis time, again, to
raise the glass
and put to rest this
year’s morass.
Let’s look upon New Year’s
baby
somewhat optimistically.
So raise your glass toward
the sky,
while muttering a terse “Goodbye.”
Let’s kiss our mates and
sip champagne
to toast the babe... pray this one’s sane.
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